“You’ve got your choice in men’s footwear, as long as it’s black, brown or gray.”
Is what the shoe shop salesman told me sheepishly.
Fuck. That. I found the most comfortable and plain workboots, stripped them, hand-dyed them, finished them and then painted them.
I swear the internet has the worst archives of ancient Scandinavian runes and their meanings, so for all I know these boots actually say “your wax birds bleat menacingly”.
Leather boots, leather dye, acrylic paint
